San Francisco, CA
Anne and I recently made a trip down to San Francisco to get a change of scenery and a taste of something different in terms of techno. While there are many similiarities between Seattle and SF, the liberal culture, mild climate, an endless amount of weirdos walking around, the vibe from the two party scenes is quite different. It’s like holding a magnifying glass over the Seattle scene, injecting it with a healthy dose of international headliners, and topping it off with a large swath of enthusiastic patrons and various locales to do your thing in. Not that Seattle doesn’t enjoy these things, it’s just not on the same scale as SF.
We went to the infamous “Endup” on Saturday for “The Show,” a 14 hour affair with Alex Kidd (Cadenza) as the headliner. I’d always wanted to go to the club and was really impressed with the overall layout of the place, not too big but with more than enough room to pack em in there if you wanted to, given the sizable outdoor area. We got there around 11 to catch Clint Stewart and Mossmoss open it up, both solid DJs and producers, keeping the torch burning bright for techno in the Bay on notable labels like Nightlight and Auralism.
The place was sparsely filled with just the heads milling about resulting in a great conversation with Auralism label head Marc Smith who filled me in on the many ins and outs of the SF scene. The place got packed quick and by the last hour of Clint and Moss’s set the dancefloor was brimming and gyrating spastically. Alex Kidd played a solid set of your standard modern techno-house grooves with a splash of some real mind benders, the already warmed up rig sounding phenomenal by this point. By 3:30am it was time to hit the road as I wanted to be fresh for the Dirtybird in the Park party at Golden Gate the next day.
I’d always heard of these parties and was really excited to finally see what they were all about. I’ve never been such a fan of the Dirtybird label, with the exception of a few tracks, and I can’t say I’ve been converted or anything, but this party was a total blast. Tucked away at the very back of the park and nestled atop a sizable, although not huge, chunk of land, we got there early and watched the place fill up rapidly. The weather was perfect. About 70 with a mild breeze and nothing but sun!
Dirtybird Party in the Park
I was picturing something akin to the Golden Gardens parties that go on in Seattle, about 400 or so people, I was a little off. This thing got well over a thousand people by my estimate, with the place a total madhouse at the peak of it all. The whole Dirtybird roster was involved and they kept the crowd going strong all afternoon. This was definitely a Tecate filled afternoon and I had quite a few tucked away by the time we left but this turned out to be a great experience, good music, met a bunch of nice people, and got to soak up some much needed rays in my Seattle-conditioned, sun-starved body. I would go to one of these parties again in a second.
From this point it was back to the hotel for a nap. Thankfully, I set my alarm otherwise, I fear we would have slept the entire night through. Which would have been unfortunate considering we had some serious business to attend to, more specifically, John Tejada at 222 Hyde compliments of Bionic. This is one of the dopest clubs I’ve been to and you could tell these guys “got it” right away.
I’ve been watching, from afar, all of these big names come through there, Pan-Pot, Trus’ Me, Marcin Czubala, and was expecting a club that would accommodate a large number of people. I was pleasantly surprised to find one of the smallest, most intimate clubs I’ve ever been in, not to mention a TOP NOTCH four corner Turbosound rig and a DJ booth that blows anything in most clubs out of the water. A friendly door man welcomes you into a narrow and dimly lit, long bar which leads you down a small set of stairs into a small black box no bigger than a studio apt, a half disco ball in the corner, that’s it.
This place revived the epitome of techno for me and brings to mind one of my favorite summations of the genre, SMALL DARK LOUD and HOT, a perfect tag line for what you can expect at the club on a good night. Nikola Baytala and Solar got that place warmed up beautifully and proceeded to hand it over to Tejada who played deeper and housier than I was expecting, but pulled it off with the veteran panache he is known for. Did I mention this was a Sunday? and that the place was totally packed out and throbbing like the apex of a Friday night? Ah SF you are really tempting me with your seductive ways.
From here it was off to an intimate afterhours affair at a loft in the Mission. We felt very welcome by our hosts and hung out for a while, decompressing from what had been a long and indulgent day. Monday was our last day in the city and was spent wandering the streets, fantasizing about all the things the city has to offer. By the time we made it back I had that disorienting yet welcome feeling of having my body in Seattle but my brain and heart stuck squarely in SF.
This was my second trip to the City by the Bay and was a great time, one of the better trips I’ve had in general. Thanks to all the wonderful cats we met down there who took us around, showed us what’s up, and just in general, refreshed my faith in the goodness of humanity. The days are being counted until we relocate south and join you.